Here alone
Standing in under the cowring shadows
Is a frail girl
Sholdering the roots of sorrows,
Patterns of legacy
Sneered when they cross paths
Heritage is the one that engaged
Her to carcasses of some lonely bark,
But she
Smiled and worked hard
Forsaking the pleading freedom of choice.
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Diary Of A Maiden
PoesíaA diary which holds some of the poems about life , happiness and nature. All of the poetry is my original work . I haven't stolen anything from anyone. I am also inspired by many works . My grammar is really weak so, I apologize for this inconvenie...
